Jean-Pierre stretches, naked, on his back; Peter, still in the black,lacy camisole, the satin tap pants that he'd picked, after a longmoment of consid...eration, rejecting that slip, the peach, hoping -- andmaybe knowing -- that the time would come for Jean-Pierre to see.And so, half hidden yet revealed, Peter straddles his friend's thighs,feels hard muscle press the inside of his own legs, where the dark bandof his stocking tops, his pale skin meeting. He lays his right palmover his friend's. As she leisurely rode me I asked, “How’s that boyfriend of yours these days? Haven’t heard much about him lately.”She grinned, “Which one are you referring to? I’ve added a new one recently and the one you’re thinking of isn’t real happy. I’ve got him addicted to my body so there’s nothing he can do about it. Seems to make him work harder at pleasing me though. Guess it’s a good idea to always have more than one. Maybe I’d marry you if I could keep a boyfriend on the side.”Even though I was 45. My!" she panted, "I haven't felt that good in a long time, and we haven't even had sex yet! C'mere, lover!" She sat up and grabbed the waistband of my boxers, dragging them down in one quick motion. "Mmm," she purred, taking my organ in a soft paw, "This will be my first human cock! Most of the cat-boys I've met aren't that thick, not that I've met very many. Plus, those spikes they have really AREN'T very comfortable, you know!"She moved her head down to begin rasping her rough tongue over my. They can see her staring down at their crotches, and their bulges get bigger. Her eyes dart from man to man, and she is excited knowing she is causing their erections. Her arousal increases and a wet spot starts growing between her legs in her tights. She cannot wear a Depends pad in tights. After the motion of her arms squeezes her boobs together a few times, some one in the free weights section drops a weight with a loud thud - a likely comment on her. She moves to the free weights.